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Third person's POV :-

The three mans entered into 'Nooré cheshm-am' after a long and grief meeting of the town. Mansion seems all quiet like always.

"Bhai, what do you think about Abu daud's plan this time?" Firoz asked as they entered in the foyer.

"I am confused at this point, I think he is tricking us." Shahzaib said as they took a seat on the large comfy sofa.

"Whatever it is, but this time he has something huge in his mind. Did you talk to akib?" Mr. Raees asked Shahzaib as he nodded.

"What did he said?" Mr. Raees asked again.

"He told me that when he reached there and told them that he is supervisor of this years auction, they let me him in on the proof of the Id. After that he tried to find out about the place, time and info about this auction and about the sweepers. He asked one of them about how and when they have came there? So that prisoner told him everything in emotional state, the next day when he went again and tried to ask them they were very happy, on asking why they are happy? They answered that they were going to be free. He asked many questions but they said they don't know about anything, just they were happy to be free." Shahzaib said while sighing in tiredness.

"This is awkward, one day they are in emotional state and another day happy? And that too because they are going to be free." Firoz said.

"Hello boys, you already came back." Mrs. Jamila said entering into the hall.

"Assalamu alaikum!!" All three men greeted her.

"Walaikum assalam~ how was your meeting?" She asked taking a seat next to her husband.

"Nothing good." Mr. Raees replied, she furrowed her brows.

"Why? What happened?" Mrs. Jamila asked.

"Let it be aunty, where is farah bhabhi and rania?" Firoz asked getting up.

"Rania went to her friend's house and farah-"

"She is at shahnoor's house." Shahzaib cut her off, getting up too.

"Ok than, I am gonna go and take shower. This sh*ts of abu daud cringes me thinking about it." Firoz said and walked towards the elevator.

'What are you upto abu daud?' Shahzaib thought in a deep conversation of his mind.

'You know, even if I like her in that way than I wouldn't be here asking this deal. Calm down Shahzaib, calm down. You know what? I will claim her but not like the abu daud you know but like the Abu daud she loves.' Abu daud's words from their last meeting ranged in his ear making his doubts more puzzled.

He is so sure, that day he witnessed Abu daud's different personality mixed with old one. But this things he is doing are making no sense to Shahzaib's thinking, he needed to be sure. Maybe after having a hot freshing shower will help him, yeah that would be good according to his view. So he went towards the elevator and reached to his room.

After coming in his room, firstly he removed his jacket and shirt, putting his 8 packs on display. He throw the shirt on the bed and went into the bathroom. After a refreshing shower he wore navy blue bathrobe and a towel around his neck as he dried his hair while walking towards the wardrobe. Changing into simple jeans and shirt, he walked in to his room. His ocean blue eyes roamed around the room but found nothing different except loneliness, just as same as the day when he wasn't married to farah. And the thing is why wouldn't he feel empty when she never showed him love or care as his wife should. He sighed in tiredness, he thought he would be really happy after his marriage, he would come home after a tiring day and talk to his wife getting his mood all light up but life isn't a fairytale where a princess fall in love with a beast. But the thing is he isn't a beast whole, he has a heart too that loves his wife, no matter if she returns that love or not. The intercom of his room ringed disturbing his thoughts as he walked towards it and answer it.

"Yes, what it is?" He asked pressing the button.

"Sir, would you like to have dinner in your room or at the table?" The maid asked from other line.

"Why?" He asked.

"Sir, everyone has settled for the dinner and has started. I was thinking if you like to have dinner right now or afterwards?" She asked doubtfully.

"No, I'll have it afterwards." He said and cut the call.

This is nothing new, no one literally no one has ever waited for him at dinner or breakfast. It hurts him, as he had worked hard until now to achieve this wealth in life but it doesn't came with love. Although, Mr. Raees's Family is with him since the incident of his father. They look after him for few months after that he worked hard even when he didn't knew anything about life and its system. It hurts him that they never waited for him at good events or moments cause now he was just became a provider for them. Why talking of others when his own wife never thought of him? He isn't being childish about the situation but he needs someone who think about him and love him with all they have. Sitting alone at the dining table, with no one around is like you have everything but compare to the amount of nothing. He walked into his study room and settled on the huge rotating leather chair as he closed his eyes, resting his head on it. A lot of things are going in his mind today, things which he can't get solution to. He open his eyes while putting his hands on the desk, just than his eyes caught the sight of the off-white paper placed under the weight of the small Kaabasharif replicated stone.

He put aside the kaabasharif showpiece and took the paper, at the end of which has written 'To Shahzaib'. His brows knitted together in the confusion, who sent him letter and that too without any envelope? He exhale an heavy breath as he open the letter and started reading it.

Pyaare Shahzaib,

Assalamu alaikum, Jab tak tumhe yeh chitthi milegi tab tak shayad mein boht dur jaa chuki hongi..

He clutched the letter at the fewer words he read as his heart skipped a beat and his throat became dry. Far away? What does that mean? Is this written by farah? His eyes found its answer at the end of the letter where she mentioned her name. His heart saying that he knows but his mind saying that this must be a prank but when they became so close that she would prank him? Blinking his eyes, he read further.

Kab, kaise waqt beet gaya pata hi nahi chala or yeh din bhi aagaya ki mein tumhe chhodkar apne mehboob k paas chali jaun..

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His vision became lightly blurry as his hand clutched the thin paper tightly at the mention of her 'Lover'. He couldn't even imagine his wife with any other man, he even instructed every man in the house including firoz and akib to not to make an eye contact with his wife, to respect her as a sister-in-law. He never wanted farah to meet his mother cause he didn't wanted her to get influenced by her personality and leave him just like how his mother did to his father. His eyes continued to scan further.

Mehboob ka sunte hi thode sawalat uthrahe honge tumhare mann me per mein yahi Kahungi ki ziyada mat socho, mohabbat tumhe ho sakti hai toh mujhe kyun nahi. Aakhir insaan hu, dil rakhti hu. Wahi dil jise boht samjhaane ki koshish ki, ki tumse mohabbat karle per tumhari mohabbat ki tarha meri mohabbat bhi mazboot thi, ziddi thi, kisi aur ki hona hi nahi chahti thi. Meri kismat dekho kitni kharaab hai, agar mein shahnoor ko pehle sab bata deti toh wo shayad koi or tarika nikalti jisse k tumhe bhi koi takleef na hoti. Tum achanak hi meri zindagi me aagaye or aakar sab kuch bikher diya, mene boht soch samjhkar wapas sab sametna chaha per ammi or baba ki takleef dekh kar chup rahi. Mene jisse mohabbat ki wo insaan boht acha hai, mera boht khayal rakhta hai, mujhse boht mohabbat bhi karta hai, mere liye boht mehnat ki hai usne, apno ko chhodkar mujhe lene aaya hai wo, mein use mayoos nahi kar sakti thi. Isliye tumhe ruswa karne ka socha, kyun ki tum toh mujhse behad mohabbat karte ho.. Karte hona? Agar karte ho toh mujhe dhundne ki koshish mat karna, bhul jana ki farah naam ki kisi ladki se tumne mohabbat ki thi.. Tumhe tumhari mohabbat ka waasta..

Mujhe maaf kardena, kyunki tum toh nabiye sallal lahu alaihi wassalam ki sunnato per chalte hona.. Unki tarah koshish karna or mujhe maaf kardena...

Allah hafiz,

Farah.

His eyes remain glued to the last words of the letter as his mind processing the bundle of truth his wife thrown on his face. He felt his energy drained from his body as a kind of unknown shiver ran from his head to toe. He raised his gaze in front as he felt wetness around his cheeks and dehydrated lips's dryness.

He put his right hand on his cheek and look at it, knowing that he was crying all while reading the disloyalty of his wife. His hand fisted making the piece of paper crumbled, anger boiled in his veins as he quickly rise from his seat. Walking out of the study with long and fast steps, he came down in the hall. He look here and there.

"ZACHARY! ZACHARY!" He called the bodyguard while shouting as his chest heaved up and down due to heavy breathing.

"ZACHARY!" He called again, being impatient.

Everyone gathered in the hall on hearing his voice. A bodyguard near the foyer of the mansion came running to him.

"Sir, I have called Zachary senior. He will here in no time." The bodyguard informed Shahzaib.

"GET HIM HERE RIGHT NOW!" He shouted pointing the last words.

"I understand sir!" The bodyguard said getting scared of Shahzaib's rage and bowed down than left.

"Bhai, what happened?" Firoz asked as he looked at the distress form of Shahzaib.

"Get the cars ready, we will be going to Shahnoor's house." Shahzaib said to firoz.

"At this time?" Mrs. Jamila asked knitting her brows together.

"We have to take care of a huge work, I guess." Shahzaib said looking at firoz.

Firoz understood the signal of his brother and nodded than left to prepare the cars. All while Mrs. Jamila and Rania find it suspicious. Shahzaib knew he can't say anything right now cause no one cares for him, they will listen with sympathy in front of him but will make fun of him behind his back. He doesn't care for anyone at this moment, all he want is his farah back to him.

"Bhai, you called me?" Bodyguard Zachary came running as his breath labored.

"Where is farah?" Shahzaib asked him while throwing daggers at him.

"As you told me, I took her at her sister's home. After I dropped her there, she told me she won't come home today as she will stay for the night there." Zachary informed.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TOOK MY PERMISSION!?!" Shahzaib shouted on him.

"She told me that she already took your permission." Zachary said looking down.

"How careless you are to your work and I made you the head of the guards." Shahzaib taunt him.

Zachary felt embarrassed, he never made any mistake in his work until now. Why didn't he called and asked Shahzaib sir's permission? Damn! He thought.

"But Shahzaib, why are you this angry? What happened? Tell us." Mr. Raees said.

"Uncle, please not now. I need to take care of this after that I'll tell you." Shahzaib said not looking at him.

He is losing his sense of thinking straight anymore, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground and clutching his both hand behind his back, he waited for firoz to come.

"Zachary, get all the guards ready." Shahzaib said, Zachary nodded and left.

After some minutes, firoz came running in.

"Bhai, everything is ready." Firoz said.

"Bring my coat and gun." Shahzaib said to him, he nodded and went up.

After some minute, he came down with a feathery collar coat and a holster in his hand. He gave them to Shahzaib, Shahzaib put his holster on and the gun in them than he covered them with the long coat.

"Let's go!" He said and walked out while firoz trail behind him.

The guards were aligned on the either sides while folding their hands in respect together and 6 cars, 2 jeeps and 2 bikes parked in between, Shahzaib walked with fast and long strides towards the car. The tension could be felt in the air, Zachary open the black Mercedes-Benz door for him as Shahzaib settled in without looking at him. The guards quickly followed him and everyone settled in the cars and jeep with two bike following behind as the cars leaved the mansion in the darkness of night, lightening the roads and making it alive with the noise of the engines roar.

Shahzaib's mind is occupied with the thoughts of life, where he thought he would come but where actually life took him.

'So, I request you to back off from this marriage. Please.' Farah's words ranged in his mind from the time when shahnoor tried to suicide before their marriage.

Now he know, farah isn't pleading for her sister that time but for that Man! Another man! He took out a packet of cigarette from his coat and pulled a cigar from it, keeping the packet in, he light up the end of the cigar as he inhale a long breath with it than close his eyes, exhaling the smoke.

'Leave her alone, back out from this marriage. If you love her.' He remember Shahnoor's words before his marriage to farah.

'Was shahnoor knew about farah's love affair before their marriage? Is she acting all this time, being innocent?' Shahzaib thought.

'I..ca-called..you...Shahzaib bhai.' He remember how shahnoor for the first time refered him as Shahzaib bhai.

He can't define those feelings, how happy he felt. If he got to know that she actually played all along Farah with his feelings, than He himself don't know what will he do. He can't understand what kind of relationship Allah has made of him and her, he can bear anything but can't bear her betrayal.

~Flashback~

"Baccha, why are you so stubborn?" He asked shahnoor once.

"Maybe..because~..I am sister-in-law of Shahzaib Ahmed Mirza." She said looking down while trying to control her smile.

~Flashback ends~